Boldy James, The Alchemist - Francois lyrics

RIP Swally
Took the first bid, Dutchie ate the second
Yeah uh

Had to learn to put that work on
The scale before the money got made
Niggas think 'cause they go to jail
That it's something to praise
(That shit ain't cool)
Can't even say if niggas kept it solid
(For real)
Whatever happened to them niggas got away
And lived to tell about it? (What happened?)
Some niggas faked it 'till they made it
I just can't relate (I can't)
Look at his piece before the rap
That nigga chain was fake (Cap)
Now all a sudden
Niggas me soon as they get some cheese
Type to believe his own lies
It's a sick disease
Where all them bricks y'all niggas sold?
I'm tryna buy a few (Where they at?)
How many whips y'all niggas drove?
You had the titles too?
How many cribs y'all niggas owned
Before the signing bonus? Outside my bitch
It ain't no hoes I feel entitled to
Gettin' my peoples out the streets
All I was tryna do
Ain't no indictments or no links that
They could tie me to (Scot-free)
Can't put myself on the
Scene or actual situations
When it come to murder
Ain't no statute of limitations

This for my blue-collar criminals
In for robbery
Arsonists, kidnap, extortion, bribery
Burglary, embezzlement, homicide, forgery
Perjury, vandalism, conduct disorderly
Parole violators, A through Z prefixes
Larceny, motive death, under false pretenses
Racketeering, conspiracy
Had to learn to tread water
First degree and second
Or involuntary manslaughter

Yo, po-po, man, po-po, man, damn
Where is the law, Forty?
Where is the motherfuckin' law?
I go back so far with this kid
I was chasing him through juvie

Remember Swally robbed dog
Ain't wanna kill him but when we told him to
Come off of that shit
Ain't wanna give it up
Before my nigga Tino died
Gave me the China plug
That's who my nigga Needy say
That I remind him of
Went upstairs on little Dave soon
As we caught him lackin'
In his baby mama driveway
That shit was bound to happen uno arrested
My nigga Monk went in for ten summers
Me and Dre Nub'll trade off bodies
We like twin brothers
My nigga Dutchie ate a double
Ain't talkin' no Whopper
Nutty and Wes'll pull up in
Two Trackhawks with them choppers
In the city full of jack boys
So don't get caught without it
They'll turn your block to a blackboard
And put some chalk around it
Real six-four from Fielding to Kentfield
This ten mil'll bounce a nigga
Forehead off his windshield
Witnessed homicide on the Six
With Brandon and Will still traumatized
Seen some of my friends getting killed

This for my blue-collar criminals
In for robbery
Arsonists, kidnap, extortion, bribery
Burglary, embezzlement, homicide, forgery
Perjury, vandalism, conduct disorderly
Parole violators, A through Z prefixes
Larceny, motive death, under false pretenses
Racketeering, conspiracy
Had to learn to tread water
First degree and second
Or involuntary manslaughter